Gretchen woke before her alarm went off as the sun streamed in her windows. It took her a few moments to remember that in her desperation she had opened her bedroom blinds. Part of her found the whole thing embarrassing, but part of her smiled at the memories of how she had felt. Lazily she returned her hand to her sex, and stroked herself gently as she thou...
Author's Notes: To get the best out of this story, I would advise you to start from Ch.01. Conversations that took place in Hindi are recorded as such in italics, immediately followed by a translation in English. Readers familiar with Hindi might find it rewarding to read through the original Hindi conversations. Others can conveniently skip them. ****...
Dedication: To C, he has such a warped mind and I knew that he'd like this. Author's note: This is my first time writing such a fic. I've never written anything like this before. Feedback: It'd be nice. I might actually be convinced to write another. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 1 Joyce Summers had always been the perfect mother for her daughter Buffy. Even though h...
This is a continuation - please read the other stories in this series to get up to speed. Warning - these stories include themes that not everyone enjoys including: Incest, small penis teasing, denial, Female Domination, cheating wife, and other types of humiliation. ***** I woke up with Katie pressed against me, she was already awake and leaning into me c...
Jane and John are an attractive couple in their 30s. Jane looks like a model, tallish and Asian. John is a stylish good looking guy himself. He's growing his hair out. But you would think he was a basic white guy if you met him at a bar. They were getting ready to go out on the town with Jane's sister Patty who is visiting from New York. They were all chang...
I went to the door of Beverly's apartment to pick her up to go to the cocktail party for the faculty at the school where she was a teacher. Beverly answered the door wearing a black slip and a thin black sweater which was unbuttoned in the front. The slip looked like a sexy, short, tight black dress. The slip hit her about the middle of her thighs and was ti...
PLEASE SEND ME FEEDBACK AT THE CONTACT TAB ON MY PROFILE. THANK YOU. * "...And quiet was the wind that blew the trees," she recited the poem sitting before her class, her legs crossed, the hem of her skirt resting just above her knees. "and still was the water that filled the seas," she continued as she uncrossed her legs and switched their positions, too...
Will and I were slowly but surely nearing our entry into the uncertainties of Aphoran romance, seduction and making babies. I was having fantasies about making it with Na-hoyan's old college chum, the one we met with the long dark hair and bustier. But Na-hoyan had one final thing to cover with us, and that was how we were to - more or less - drug our sexu...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
Several years ago I had an opportunity to go out of town with my 'work wife' over the Valentine's Day week. Both of us had been experiencing rough times with our spouses, despite our best efforts, and neither of us had sex in many months. When we arrived in Minnesota for our class, I realized I had forgotten to pack underwear. Gina was delighted to help me...